blustocking | you people just don't realize how lucky you are....

....that I don't have internet access all day. ;)

Seriously. I've nearly filled up a journal with this job, an average of around 4 pages a day. It seems as though the mind-numbing qualities of my employment allow my brain to function on other levels, non-lazy levels. Notes, reminders, rants, whispers, ideas. So many ideas. Things that simply occur to me, things I cannot seem to say, express properly, to people in real-time. I now have 3 or 4 new story ideas, not counting the giant breakthrough on the book, and another the other day. So, as much as I bitch and complain, it's been useful.

Now, to get motivated once I am home. That, is another story. I think

locopuff was right yesterday though. I think I am going to apply for unemployment when I get laid off, possibly as early as next week, and use the time to write. I'll only draw on it for a month or two. But just to see what I can churn out in that time, if I really try. I must be more disciplined. I really have to set boundaries for myself, schedules, reachable goals. I've done it with working out, for the most part. I can surely do it with writing.

I want this. I need this. I'm tired of putting it all off.
Bear with me. I might be a little off (more than usual) during. The research I've been doing for this/these characters is messing with my head.

*sigh* I am my Mother.
Too many things that I want to pursue.

I'm rockin' a sweet-ass farmer's tan.
You're all jealous. Nothin's sexier than two-toned arms.